It took me two days to recover from my night in the hotel with Paul and Steven. It felt like a dream for the longest time. Not only had I spent another night with Paul, but he’d shared me with his best friend, Steven. It was such an incredible mix of emotions, I loved having sex with Paul, and I loved knowing he wanted to share me with his best friend. I was beginning to embrace my status as a slut, sleeping with two married men kind of cemented that.
The worst part about my new sexual identity was that all I wanted to do was share it with my best friend Sarah. We told each other everything and I just wanted to talk to her about this so badly. I wanted to share my experiences and talk about how it made me feel. But I couldn’t tell her about Paul, he was her dad, and I knew she wouldn’t understand. I decided I needed to tell her about my adventures, I just wouldn’t tell her who it was with. I organised for Sarah to come over to my house on Friday night for a pyjama and wine sleepover.
Friday night came around and I was so excited to finally be able to tell someone about my recent sexual adventures. I was going to tell Sarah every detail, just changing the names and identities of the two men. My parents were out of town for the weekend so Sarah and I would have the house to ourselves. Sarah arrived right on time, wearing a cute little pink pyjama set, short shorts, and a crop top. We embraced with a big hug, and I was so excited to share my adventures with her.
We set ourselves up in the lounge room, pillows and blankets on the floor, a glass of wine each. We were half-watching Sex and the City but mostly chatting and catching up. I didn’t want to drop my stories straight away; I wanted Sarah to get a little tipsy first. It didn’t take long, however, for the chat to turn into sexual gossip, the wine and watching Carrie Bradshaw were 100% contributing factors. Sarah told me she was so excited I had asked to catch up, she had some huge news. Sarah took a big sip of her glass of wine, looking nervously down at the ground, and finally grew the courage and told me she had lost her virginity last week.
I was so excited for Sarah that I screamed a little and tackled her into the pillows on the ground as we embraced in a big hug. I needed to know every detail and could hardly contain my excitement. Sarah told me that she was sick of being a virgin and decided to finally take the plunge. She had always been close friends with a guy from school, James.
James was a nice enough guy, a little short but was such a sweet, nice guy. The kind of guy who doesn’t stand out. Sarah told me James was also a virgin and they both decided to be each other’s first. As cute as the sentiment was, I didn’t care about that aspect. I wanted to know the intimate details.
Sarah was shy at first in revealing the details, but gradually she started to reveal more and more. James was unsurprisingly not well endowed. But for Sarah’s first time, it was probably good he wasn’t super well-hung. Sarah finally, with a little encouragement, went into all the details. She started off by blowing him, and then they had sex for a few minutes in missionary, with James finishing inside her. Sarah told me she tried to get James to pull out, but he couldn’t do it in time.
After finishing telling me her story, Sarah disclosed that she really had enjoyed losing her virginity and wanted to have more sex. She had invited James over to her house on Saturday night and was excited to have sex again. I was excited for Sarah that she had finally lost her virginity, but I had to admit that I was a little disappointed she had invited James over again. The wine kept flowing and before too long Sarah and I had a little buzz on and I finally felt it was time to tell Sarah about my threesome with Paul and Steven, or Jack and Rod, as I had decided to call them.
I had told Sarah I was meeting an older guy last Saturday, so she already knew I was holding out on some of the details. I told Sarah that I had met Jack (who was actually Paul) a few weeks earlier and we had slept together a couple of times. I told her he was forty-four and that being fucked by an older man was the most incredible experience.
I don’t know why I hadn’t thought out my story better, I should have expected Sarah would ask where I met Jack. I was stumped; I ummed and ahhed and finally stumbled out half an answer that he was an old family friend. I really should have planned for this question. Sarah began questioning me about why I would sleep with someone so much older, especially an old family friend. I decided to just embrace it, telling her that Jack being an old family friend made the whole situation that much hotter.
We finally moved past Sarah’s intense questioning and judgment (if only she knew it was her actual dad) and I began to tell her about last Saturday night. I told her that Jack and I had met a few times before and each time we had met the sex had been incredible. I told her how much I was enjoying being a little sex toy for him. I even told her about the last time I had slept with Jack and sent the pic to Rod (who was actually Steven). Sarah gasped out loud, almost spitting out her sip of wine. Sarah couldn’t believe how slutty I was.
I continued to tell Sarah the details, finally getting to the good part of the story, when I walked into the hotel room to find that Jack had invited his best friend Rod to share me with. I told Sarah every detail, how I gave them both blow jobs, how Rod had cum in my mouth, how Jack had taken me from behind, and finally how Rod finished inside me. Sarah was stunned into silence. She just sat there, not able to speak. I put my hand on her thigh and asked her what she was thinking. Sarah looked up at me and told me she couldn’t believe how turned-on she felt. She had read stories and watched porn before, but hearing it come out of her best friend's mouth and imagining her best friend being used by these two older men was another level.
I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was telling my best friend the intimate details of my threesome, or maybe it was hearing her tell me how turned on I made her, but I just couldn’t resist the opportunity, with my hand still on her thigh I leaned over and kissed Sarah. I was hoping she would kiss me back, but she didn’t. She didn’t pull away either, our lips were both connected but there was nothing happening. I slowly pulled away and instantly apologised to Sarah. She just looked at me and she finally broke the silence, asking me if I was into her, or into girls in general. I tried to explain myself, that I wasn’t, and I think I was just a little excited after sharing the story.
Sarah and I sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before Sarah moved closer to me. Sarah told me she had always been curious about being with another girl, and if she was to experiment, she would like to do it with me. I was the one now stunned into silence. I didn’t know how I felt about being with another girl. All I knew was that I was turned on and if I truly wanted to be a slut, I should at least try it.
I once again leaned over towards Sarah and kissed her, but this time was different. This time, Sarah met me halfway and was kissing me back. We made out so passionately and were soon no longer sitting down; we were soon rolling around on the floor in a passionate embrace. We continued to make out for what felt like hours before we finally stopped, lying there just looking at each other. I slowly lifted Sarah’s shirt up over her head and revealed her beautiful, perky tits. They were nowhere near as big as mine, but they were beautiful up close. She returned the favour and lifted my shirt, neither of us had bras on as we were already in our pyjamas. Sarah immediately commented on my tits and almost instinctively grabbed hold of them with both of her hands and squeezed them. She instantly apologised and we both laughed.
It didn’t take long for both Sarah and I to be completely naked with our hands exploring each other's bodies as we continued to make out. I decided to take things to the next level and slowly started rubbing around Sarah’s clit. Sarah responded with a loud moan, I moved Sarah onto her back and continued to rub around her clit before I slowly inserted one finger and then two into her now dripping wet pussy. I kissed her one more time with my fingers still inside of her and slowly moved my way down her body. I was kissing her all the way down, slowing down, and paying attention to each of her tits, licking and sucking them before I made it all the way down to her pussy.